He That Gives Me Small Gifts Would

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

It Is A Great Victory That Comes Without Blood.

To Steale The Hog, And Give The Feet For Almes. [to Steal The Hog, And Give The Feet To Alms.]

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

Sleepe Without Supping, And Wake Without Owing.